[RP] Apartment Complex (East Side)

She glanced around carefully, as she inserted key into doors from cherry wood of her apartment numbered with 13. Lucky number, aye? She grinned a bit, before she walked into her new apartment for the first time, even thought it was supposed to look like she planned it to. If workers did theirs job well enough that is. If they didn't.. Dinner for her. Luckily (for them) they did just perfect job. She guessed it wasn't hard to do that, with motivation she gave them. She pretended like she's dragging her luggage inside, before locking up, twice, plus added locks, before she threw her bags aside like they were nothing, before walking around. It was nicely decorated, with combination of black and red furniture, along with tendrils full of gorgeous roses spread across the walls. She chuckled, obviously pleased, especially with heavy black curtains, before walking into her bedroom. It was just like she wanted it to look - wide bed and closet in corner, along with lace black veil hanging over her bed. She walked to pillows, tracing fingers over veil before pushing it aside, finding small button, that seemed completely invisible if you didn't knew where to look for. It triggered some hidden mechanism that lifted bed, revealing hatch underneath. She knew it was from mixture of steel and silver, as she picked up two handles that were hidden in sockets under bed, inserting them in fitting holes and pulled up. Stairs led down into cellar. She didn't needed lights to see numbers of steel cases with weapon holders and desktop with countless shelves and cupboards around. She nodded with pleased shine in her eyes, before closing it up, putting handles back and pressed same button again. It was just the way she wanted it. Too bad she can't keep her promise to that human worker who had to make it. Her secret had to die with him, so she could have her lovely apartment all to herself.. She unpacked and by the midnight, even her cellar seemed as armory, even thought there were only few weapons that she really liked to use. Now that her home was ready, she could start living her life to the fullest..

Isolde was thankful when the car finally stopped, she had never been a fan of car trips, they always lead to an unknown destination and the unknown frightened her. She looked up at the building noticing the floors of appartments, it certainly wasn't what she had expected. The door before her opened suddenly and she was faced with the driver, he grunted in her direction and she quickly scrambled from the car.

He lead the girls up a flight of stairs before pausing in front of a door labeled '24', pushing open the door her ushered them inside and directing them towards the bathroom. Isolde took little notice of her surroundings as she stripped off her black dress and washed herself, being sure to scrub every inch in an attempt to remove the grime of the slave market.

Pulling herself from the bath she wrapped a fluffy towel around her body and word off the remainder of the moisture, her skin was pale white with the dirt gone and her hair shimmered as the light reflected off the pale gold strands. There was a selection a dresses hanging on a rack in the corner, she moved towards them, surprised that they would be offered such high quality clothing. She selected a dress that looked to be her size, a light blue/purple garment with a red bow at the front. Slipping it on she noticed the skirts were slightly translucent, showing off her legs below the skirts. The dress hung off her body, she was a young woman but the years of neglect meant her body looked more like that of a child, she was thin and bruises dotted her arms. She shivered slightly and brushed her hair before slowly making her way out of the bathroom to wait for the master to return.

Irina smiled and walked with the other girls into the cushy apartment, and she waited while one of the other girls used the bathroom. "Looks pretty nice," Irina commented to herself aloud, and she got up and quickly slipped into the bathroom once it was clear. A nice, hot shower was exactly what she needed, and for the first time in awhile, Irina felt clean. She went over to the dress rack and picked one of the dresses out. A simple green dress was all she needed, oh! and underwear! After brushing her hair as well and putting a black and green clip in her hair, she went and sat in a random chair, bored.

Isolde watched in silence as the other girl moved around the apartment, cleaning herself and dressing before sinking into a chair. Isolde was curious as to wether their master had caught the run away slave yet, he seemed to be taking his time. She glanced over at the other girl and was about to comment before she thought better of it. Instead turning her eyes to glance around the room.

Viktor after a couple of minutes of moving through the cities he finally approached his building and sighed softly, pushing open the doors quickly he walked inside the building then jolted up the stairs until he got to his floor. Once on his floor he looked for his door number, searching around for a mere moment he soon found his door. Opening his door he walked inside to see two of his slaves sitting down somewhat comfortably in his home which was actually a good thing, smiling towards the two he walked away from the two and towards his room, releasing a small huff noise he didn't know what to do at the moment so he just left his thoughts to himself and stayed calm. The fact that one of his slaves commented slaves was beyond believe so he sighed once more then just sat down on his bed contemplating his thoughts. The only other thought was of the female werewolf but besides that no other thoughts dwelled into his head.

Hearing the door handle turn Isolde looked up momentarily. Noticing the master e yet she lowered her eyes, she had noticed that he returned alone. She could only assume that the run away slave had met some terrible punishment that had resulted in her death. Isolde tensed at the thought and watched as the master moved past them and into his bedroom without a word. He sat there for a moment longer before standing and moving towards the doorway, she paused biting her lip before knocking softly on the door frame. Her voice was soft and shook a little,

"Master? Is there some way I can be of assistance to you?"

She stood there, her body tense as she waited nervously for his reply.

Viktor heard the door, looking up towards it he heard a voice but couldn't tell exactly who it was at the moment or at least through the door. Listening closely to the sound of her heart beat he realized who it was and nodded,his head slowly before standing up and walking towards the door quickly. Opening the door slowly he released a small sigh before looking down at Isolde but looked at her body first. What she worse hid her figure, hid her curves, and yes she didn't seemed bothered by hiding such things. Maybe she was ashamed of her body, maybe she wasn't but who knows besides her but realizing he hadn't answer her question he thought of something that he could've possibly wanted from her then shrugged his shoulders as he left the door open but walked over to his bed and sat back down again. Her voice was still shaky, still sounding nervous just by being around him so he suspected his ranking did this to her. A pity.

"Not sure at the moment but you may do as you please, I won't be upset or mad with you. Okay?"

Viktor said with a small smile before looking away from Isolde and looking towards the window with little interest at the moment, he wasn't really in a thinking or talking mood right now but maybe Isolde could change that with something that she would do. But it would have to be pleasurabe of course.

Isolde held her breath as she saw the door open. She could feel his eyes moving over her body, taking in her appearance, she shivered lightly, a blush coloring her cheeks. It was a few moments before she finally heard him answer his question. 'As she pleased' weren't words Isolde had ever heard from a masters lips before, she had never been allowed to do what ever she wanted before. It seemed a little too much like freedom, and somehow this scared her more than any punishment she could imagine.

She watched as the master moved back in to the room and took a seat on his bed. Isolde shifted nervously before taking a step into the room, she was silent as she watched him for a moment, something was different yet she couldn't quite work out what. Her voice was still soft when she spoke, but this time she seemed less nervous,

"I am your slave master. What pleases me is serving you..."

Her voice trailed off as she lowered her eyes again.

Viktor looked at Isolde with a small smile on his face towards the girl but it wasn't one those creepy sadistic smile, but a friendly one. Watching as she blushed was something he had not see from a human in a while so seeing it again did make his day somewhat better at least but then again he could feel the rush of her heart beat, feel the blood pulsing through her veins. She was still nervous but nervousness is a great trait to have. It shows feeling and emotion, passion. Shaking his head softly he focused his attention back to Isolde the moment she spoke and said what she said. A slave who could say that honestly must've went through many things in ones life so he stayed quite for a moment, thinking of something that she could do that could benefit him right now and after a couple of minutes of thinking he got what he wanted. Full body massage. Something he needed after the type of day that he had today, especially with that lunatic of a slave running away. Looking at Isolde he smiled softly before unbuttoning his jacket. Folding it quickly he placed it on the bed beside him, next he unbuttoned his shirt and placed it on top of his jacket, unzipping his pants then undoing them he left them like that.

"Don't take this as a sign of me wanting to use you for sex, no. a full body massage should suffice. Okay Isolde?"

Viktor smiled then leaned back and laid down, his muscular frame was nothing vampiric at all but was that of a werewolf, not many vampires had his physical physique or tone so placed his hand on hid abs he awaited for Isolde to do what he had asked of her. He didn't think it was to much to ask which is the reason as to why he asked her to do so.

Isolde stood there waiting; she wasn't sure whether he would indeed give her an order or dismiss her. She shifted slightly, the silence making her uncomfortable. Noticing him start to remove is clothes she inhaled slightly, her body tensing as she took a small step backwards. At his reassurance that he was to going to request sex from he she stopped and nodded her acceptance of his request.

As he lay down she moved towards the bed, lifting her skirts above her knees so they would not get in the way she slowly crawled onto the bed, it barely moved with the lightness of her body. Her eyes travelled over his body, taking in the definition of his muscles, she again blushed realising how her eyes had lingered on his abs.

She shifted slightly until she was kneeling behind his head; tentatively she reached out, placing her small hands on his shoulders. She shivered a little as she felt the tightness of his muscles. Slowly she added some pressure, running her hands over his shoulders, neck and onto his chest.

Viktor looked back at Isolde with a small smile but said nothing as he let her give his shoulders a rub down, he knew that he was tense, he could feel the tightness in his muscles so he really needed something like this so to actually get it was something needed. Feeling her hands move around from his neck down to his chest and continuing the same motions over, and over felt amazing against his tensed body, leaning back into Isolde's chest he released a small sigh of pleasure due to feeling his muscles loosen up the more she continued to move, and rub her hands against his muscular frame.,feeling the softness of her chest from his head he realized that it wasn't that big, cracking a small smirk at the thought he relaxed himself, and muscles. Just being in,a,relaxed state he closed his eyes and kept them closed so he could just enjoy the soothing, relaxing touch of Isolde giving him his nassage.

"Thank you.. There is lotions and Oils over there if you wish to use either of the two. Just a minor suggestion Isolde, okay?"

Viktor spoke to her in a soft, calming voice. Pointing over to the window were the oils and lotions he had mentioned seconds ago but just wanted to give her an idea of what she could use to make things feel much better. Releasing a small yawn he felt comfortably and calm during this massage so he let any business thoughts out of his head as he just enjoyed his massage from at the moment his favorite slave.

Feeling his body lean back against hers Isolde tensed, her hands paused on his shoulders for a moment before she continued. At the mention of oils she shifted out from behind him and crawled past him to the edge of the bed. Getting up she moved to the window, picking up a couple bottles and looking at the for a moment before choosing an unscented oil. She moved back towards her master and crawled back into the bed. This time she didnt moved behind him but kneeled next to his hips. Opening the bottle she squeezed a small amount of oil into her hand before spreading it around and reaching towards his abs.

Her hands gently slid over his skin, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles as she slowly spread the oil around. Her cheeks reddened as her hands brushed against the waistband of his pants. She kept her hands moving over his abdomen before leaning up to rub her hands over his chest again. Her movements caused her blonde hair to fall over her shoulder and brush softly against his side.

After rubbing over his chest for a few moments she moved back down, her hands moving in small circles as she massaged her way lower.

Viktor had looked back the moment he felt Isolde move from behind him but feeling she would come back he stayed quite abd relaxed, watching her come around now he could see her face clearly noe. She had chose the oils. He had suspected that she would choose that from the moment he brought it up, watching as she put a little bit onto her hands and began to massage him once more was an amazing feeling. Her delicate hands were just the thing he needed at the moment and with that final thought he leaned back into his bed and closed his eyes slowly, letting Isolde do as she pleased during this massage. She was the one giving it after all. Feeling her hair upon his skin he lifted his left hand up and ran his fingers through her hair before removing them quickly. Feeling her hands go lower, and lower he felt them against his abdomen then back to to his chest then back down once more. The feeling was indeed something he had longed to feel, stress free. He leaned up slightly then looked at Isolde to see what she would do next but having an idea of something she might do brought him to lay back down and await her next movement. Just from her moving slightlythe way she did felt amazing enough so this felt like something he didn't want to ever stop feeling, releasing a small breath he fell into a beyond calm state as he awaited the next movement from Isolde.

Isolde was surprised when the master lifted his hand to brush it through her hair. She recoiled from his touch, fearing he was going to strike her, feeling instead his fingers sliding through her soft strands she forced herself to relax.

She could see him relaxing and she pulled her hands away from his abdomen, her eyes flicked to his legs that were still covered by his pants, she hesitated before speaking softly,

"Sir, if you would remove your pants I can continue..."

She kept her face lowered, feeling a little embarrassed at asking a man to remove his clothing. She waited patiently, gently rubbing her hands together, letting the excess oil soak into her skin. Her previous master had enjoyed having his female slaves touch him, he said it made him feel powerful and desired, and while he had never forced himself upon them he had been strict about his chosen few keeping their skin soft. Isolde had been one of his favorites and she often found herself called to his chambers where he would be waiting almost naked for her to massage his skin. Some had thought that to be chosen by him for such a position was luck, and that the girls must have extra privileges. They were wrong, the master could be cruel and would beat the girls for no reason, seeming to take pleasure in their pain. Isolde shivered at the thought and lifted her blue eyes to look at the master for the first time, worried that he may punish her for her request.

Viktor heard the request but tilted his headslightly to the side because of it, he had undid his pants so that she wouldn't have to ask but just do it herself but seeing how she asked showed that she had a lot of respect for her master and that was something that he would learn to respect about her the more time the two would spend together so naturally he really didn't have any worries towards Isolde, cracking a sly smile he shook his head then leaned up to remove his pants quickly then looked at her before laying back down and being calm once more. Releasing a small yawn he awaited to see what she would do next in this situation. Releasing a small sigh he relaxed his body once more even though he could feel the sudden pickup in her heartbeat which meant she must've had a bad experience doing this in her life at some point.

"I won't ever raise my hands to people who are under, and serve me. It won't get me anywhere and certainly won't lend me their trust so be calm. I won't ever harm you."

Viktor explained in a calming voice, he knew all to well what masters could and would do to their slaves which is why he knew exactly what to say to keep them calm but to also keep them from being so antsy around him. Trustworthy slaves are better then untrustworthy slaves that could betray a master at the first chance they get but relaxing and being calm about his thoughts he awaited Isolde to get back to what was asked about her.

Irina watched them leave off to his room and sighed sighed, leaning against a chair and slowly falling asleep. (xD nothing better to do.)

Isolde turned her head to the side as her master removed his pants. As he lay back down she reached for the oil, rubbing more into her hands she moved down the bed until she reached his feet. At his words she calmed a little, he was certainly different to her last owner, and to the masters that had visited the market before him. She still wasn't quite sure what to make of him so she just continued with the task she had been given. Slowly she began to massage his feet before moving her way up his legs. Her fingers gently kneeled at his calf muscles, before she moved higher.

Leaning over her hair fell forwards again as her hands began to run his thighs, movin slowly upwards in soft circular motions. Her cheeks reddened as her heart rate quickened as she for higher. She but her lip in an attempt to calm herself as she reached the top of his thigh, she massaged around the area for a few moments before pulling away and moving to the other leg, repeating her actions.

Viktor looked at Isolde with a small smile on his face towards what she was doing and how she was doing it, such an amazing feeling, leaning up slowly he looked down at her. Watching in silent he realized that.Isolde was indeed blushing during the massage, such a massage deserved something in return. He wasn't sure what exactly to give her but he had a very decent idea on what he could do to make her stay here that much more enjoyable for her and the other one that happened to be in the living room still. Tilting his head slightly towards her and how she was going about the massage the feeling was something that was indescribable but still an amazing sensation, the sensation being so amazing he had became erect without realizing, glancing down he had realized that "he" was up and wide awake.

"My apologies.."

Viktor didn't feel uncomfortable or anything of that matter but he was sure that she might which is the exact reason as to why he had chose to apologize to her, granted if he didn't feel anything for this woman he would've never apologized and left it alone for her to deal with even though it was his body that had became erect due to her rubbing against his body the way she was going about it.

Isolde had been completely focused on the movements of her hands and had not noticed his arousal, as she moved her hands to rub over his inner thigh the back of her hand brushed against his member. She gasped and pulled her hands back in shock. She lowered her eyes quickly as she heard his apologise,

"I'm sorry sir, I didn’t mean to..."

She bit her lip unsure as how to proceed, her hands were resting lightly on his leg as she sat here. She was concerned as to why he had apologised when it was most likely her fault that his body had reacted to her touch. Nervously she lifted a hand and tugged lightly at a few strands of her blonde hair. After a moment her eyes drifted up a little, as they passed over his groin she couldn’t help but stare. After a moment she pulled her eyes away, her cheeks colouring a deeper red, she hoped he had not seen her curiosity but knew he probably had.